i think I said before how completely disorganized I am. I try. I pack and I fold and I look and I assess and the end result is still disorganized. I have a mess.
It is not that I am not fond of messes. They seem to be a defining trait in the core of who I am. These messes are my thought processes becoming tangible. It is a physical manifestation of my internal dialogue.
I try to pack my life neatly in uniform boxes and perfect cubes. I try to make a mess a little bit functional. The truth is, I am not even an organized type of chaos.
I am, however, semi-functional. I am just functional on a very messy plane. Welcome to my system.
And that is also a pretty good glimpse into my mind.